User blog comment:Llamao/ The Revolts of the Dreaded Lands/@comment-1298206-20110516015953

''Herquil sits in the slave compounds with the door locked and bolted. His stomach growls. He mutters to himself'' "These slavers expect us t' work on empty stomachs... 'ow're ye doin', Tik?"

''Tikus Swiftream glances up from the corner of where he is curled up in the compound. He groans lowly'' "Not so well, matey..."